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h Tit the Sabbath morn, ami the l.aJmy air Is fraught wiUi uiuiio thai breathe! of prayer , Through the open oaMiueuts disburden born*, Hweet solao* tnugicK to hearts forlorn ; II murmurs of love of a lor* divine Which through all the ages will ever shin* ; It* melody calls from the earth away; It Bjieaku of another and brighter day ; Til laden with wordi from other clime* : Ob ! our bearts " out with those SabbitL chitues ! Hark ! bow it (wells on the gentle breeze ; It'i mumc ii beard by tbe gruir leu ; For on verdant turf. u in city Direct, It c\o.- thuCbriatiau auul doth grout. My heart a loud song of iiralne doth >lng, w hile the Sabbath cbiiuee exulting ring ; Ttu-ir vuicvti calling, seeui to speak To urge the strong to help the weak ; and oft 'mid caret which praee at times. We comfort leek in tbeee Sabbath chimei ! iovod voices whom my childhood knew, Ye bring me back fond friends and true ; T paint again on memory's wall Lioug-Tanlahed scenes, forgotten all. Oh ! Melted chimes, your welcome notc> Hut ecboei are from lieaTeu that float* ! Udan*el oboira, where beauty shines. we'll hear once in ..re thooe Sabbath chimes ! THAT BEAUTIFUL RIVER. " I regret to have awakened unpleasant emotion* in your mind." said Laurel, ently, aa *he offered ber oa>rd to Mrs. Went wort b. "Yon are little Trixy a mother,' she want on, smiling. " I am fery glad to know yon for ber take. 8he aud my little on are great friend*." .ui..v. . .oil?- Mid Mre. Went worth, as sbe exchanged cards with Laurel. 8be sighed heavily, and tben Lnrel notiocd that sbe wore a black dre*n. Ab. I bad a eon, too, Mr*. Lynn, beautiful boy that would be as old now M your* bad be lived, but be lies buried in an English graveyard." "Too are Englisb ?' asked Laurel, oily, bar heart melting in lympatby with be Mar that nparkled down Beatrix'* cheek. " No, I m American, but I huve lived in England evar *inee my marriage, nine yean ago. Little Triiy wan born in Lon- don, a* also my little Cyril, dead three yean ago. We bave oome bom* now to live." " We ?" *aid Mr*. Lynn, with a Blight, interrogative aooent on tbe pronoun. I should have said Mr. Wentworth and By self, and Trizy. There are only Ibree of us," explained Beatrix, pensively, and mothering a ugb. Laurel wondered to herself wbetber tb* Gordon* had ever forgiven their daughter . be wondered wbat bad beoome of smart pretty Clarice Well*. Bat sbe could not a*k any if the questions that filled ber thoughts, because abe bad decided that sbe, in her own proper identity, would remain M dead to Mr*. Wentwortb a* *be wa* to the reel of tbe world. Tbey stood there id* by sid*, the two fair women who had *o gnatly influenced eaeh other'* live*, and gazed pensively at tbe tun -gilded wave*, trying to pat away the thought* of the pa*t that eaob recalled to tbe other, and to recall themselves to tbe present. " I have read your books, Mr*. Lynn," *ed Beatrix. " I think they are among the tnoet beautiful of tbe language. I am proud of yon a* an American author." You prau* my poor effort* too highly," Laurel *aid, with her slow, half -sad smile. " I do not think so. The erilio* agree with m* at leaet," laid Beatiix. " Do you not find it very pUaaaut to be laurel erowued, Mrs. Lynn to win tbe applause of tbe world and own a name that will live beyond tbe grave ?" "To be Conscious that a world's regret Would seek us where we He !" story of our marriage," *h* said, wan a real luv match, Mn. Lynn. Itwa* most romantic. Bom* day, . when I know you better I will tall it to you. It would furnish you a plot for a novel." Launl turned bar bead Mid* and i*t her lip* in a tenM, bard line. Bb* remembered buw the story bad been told ber a few weeka ago in tbat green city of the dead bsside the grave where tb* unknown waif lay under the name of Laurel Le Roy. 14 God forbid tbat I should have to hear tb* story told again," ibe murmured to beraelf. She looked back at Mr*. Wentworth and id, calmly, and even smilingly : " It i* very pleasant to hear a real love- match in real life. I tnppoae you are very laj'i v , Mr*. Weutwcrth ? ' ' " Ye*, I am very happy with my noble husband," Beatrix said, thoughtfully. " Bat my happiness wa* purchased at bit- ter coat to another. I know wbat it to to fie', tbe sharp (ting of remorse, Mr*. Lynn." Little Trtxy catne op with a beautiful shell and claimed b*r mother'* attention. They went away together presently, and left Laurel to ber own reflection*. They were very sweet and noble one*. Sb* WM tbinking of tbe Gordon* longing to recon- cile them to their daughter and ber hus- band. " 1 am glad tbat she to happy witb ber husband," mused Laurel. "Ob, how dif- ferently our girlish conspiracy resulted for ht rand form*. And yet would I change places witb ber ? No, ben be tbe pleasure, mine tbe pain." Sbe walked slowly baek to tbe hotel, leaving Laurie at play with bis nurie on Ibe shell-strewn beach. In the hotel corri- dor she encountered some new arrivals, lad lea and gentlemen, going to their room*. Quite oblivion* of their interested, admir ing stare, sh* passed on, and took no note of tbe pretty, painted blonde face tbat whitened beneath all ber rouge a* abe tared aghast, and murmured, huskily : " I* it Launl Vane or ber ghost? I naver saw such a terrible likeness 1" Ours pretty bead to look into hi* hoc with eyes tbat pieroed bi* heart with their like- to Beatrix Beatrix, hi* little girl m h* bad put away from hi* heart, aud unforgiven, became ihe bad dm- _*d him. Bi could not Hpeak for a moment, aad Mrs. Lynn said, gently . looking away at tbe restless tea th* while : " This little girl has a grandpapa in New York, Mr. Gordon, who hi* uever seen her. Her mother made a marriage tbat dis- pleased him, aud he hat uever forgiven her. Be ha* miieed a world of love by hi* hard- net* and iternnet* do yon dot think so ?" Tbe daik-eyed little I.iurenoe came run- Ding up before be oould frame a reply. " Ob, but, Trixy, you shouldn't be sitting on that gentleman ' l*p, yon know," h* exclaimed, " for yon promised to be my little wife I Tbe childish jealousy provoked snob a CHAPTER LIX. Wa* it oh anew or fat* that brought Mr. Gordon down a few week* later, to consult with Mn. Lynn about th* publication of her new book ? She wa* down on tb* shore with ber little Laurence and hi* playmate, Trixy Wentworth. The little girl'* mother had promised to join ber presently. Bbe and Mrs. Lynu bad beoome quite intmate friend* by this eaob other, a* time. Tbey were fond of two young, pretty, noble Mr*. Lynn, with a slight, sad "Ah, Mrs. Weutworth, will yon qooted mile. . believe that I have scarcely ever regarded the subject from that point of view? When I first took up literary work it WM to win bread for my little obild. Binou ucoesH bM orowued my effort*, lino* hard necessity drives me no longer, I labor on because 1 bave need to fill an empty void in my life. From first to last I bave had no thought of fame." Tbe soft sigh of tb* wavM blending witb her voice made it sound vary sad. Mrs. Weotworth looked at tbe beautiful, proud face curiously. Some kind of a his- tory wai written on 11. Then WM a lingering shadow in the somber dark eyes, a sorrowful gravity about tb* lovely orim- Bhe wondered wbat that empty women like Beatrix and Laurel ar apt to be when thrown together. Beatrix bad told all ber romantic story to Mn. Lyun, and Laurel bad beard it silently, and made DO sign. Bbe said to h*nelf that thai unhappy girl, over wboee fate Beatrix drowned ber blue eye* in regretful tear*, mu*t remain a* on* dead to all tbe world. Bbe would not confess ber secret. Bbe would remain Mrs. Lynn to tb* end of tbe chapter. Bbe sat ttill on bar low camp chair, with ber large parasol held open over her head, and waited for a book open in Beatrix to come. Khe bad ber lap, but she wa* not reading. Her large, dark, thoughtful *yee wandered from the pretty children at play with their attentive nurses, to the billowy foatu capped wave* rolling in to bar feet with a hollow, mystical murmur full of woe and mystery, a Mr. Gordon came out to ber there, and h* wa* puzzled, a* be always was, when be saw Mn. Lynn, by her subtle likeness to some one be bad *een or known, and whom b* could not now recall. " Have I ever told yon how itrangely you affect m*, Mr*. Lynn ?" b* said. " You I bave known whom I If I could bring myself void might be. that sbe bad widow. "It is grief for Beatrix to herself. And then she nmembered beard tbat Mn. Lynn WM ber husband," said " I suppose we all have something in our lives that we are glad to forget in tbe oblivion of bard work, or even in tb* pur- suit of pleasure," *h* laid. " My little Cyril's death left an aching void in my own heart, and I bave another Borrow too. I have been a disobedient child to my parent*. I never fully appreciated the enormity of my unpardonable fault until I had a little daughter of my own." Beatrix spoke in a ton* of dreamy Had ness. She did not seem to be (peaking to aitranger, but rather so a friend. Tbe subtle likeness between Mn. Lynn and Laurel Vane affeoted ber strangely. Laurel caught at bar words quickly. " Your nnpardoned fault," abe echoed. " Do you m**n to lay that TOOT parent* never forgave your disobedience, Mm. Wentworth ?" " Never," Beatrli answered, with a ligh that showed bow deep ber pain lay. They were eilenl for a time. Tbe idle loiterers on tbe beach, the casual pasa- erx by turned twice to look at tbe two fair women, so beautiful, oo unlike in their beauty Beatrix to lily-fair witb ber large blue eye* and pale-gold treiMi ; Laurel with ber rare, unusual type of beauty, ber dark eye*, her blond skin, ber burnished hair ; tbe one in her dress of deep, lustre- lees black lilk, tb* other in something white and soft and clinging, marvellously becoming to ber graceful style. "Shall yon be long at the leMide?" Laurel inquired, presently. "A few weeks that to ail," Beatrix replied. " Mr. Wentworth i* in New York business, yon know, Mn. Lynn Trixy ami I cannot itay long away from him." " Ton are fond of him ?" Mid Laurel, taming her large, wistful eye* on the other's tender face. are like come one can not now recall. to believe in theories I bav* beard advanced, I should nay I bad known you in some other previous world." Bb* knew where be had seen her. It WM at Eden that fatal night that had truck her down from bar pine** to tbe keenest despair. Her face grew pale, ber limb* trembled beneath her. " Bom* day tb* truth will break upon him with the suddenness of tb* lightning'* fltib. B* will recognize me M Launl Vane, th* girl h* refused to forgive and pity that fatal night. B* will know that tb* scorn of proud, rich people did not quite crush m*, tbat I survived it all," aba uid to herself with the pride that bad beoome a part of her nature. Bat *b* did not mean that be should recognize her if sbe cold help it. Certainly be would never own the truth even if be laugh from toe elders tbat it quite drowned tbe sound of a light, quick step tbat oame up behind them. In a mcmsnt more Beatrix Wentworth oame round in front of tbe group. The smila died on her lip* a abe *aw her little daughter sitting on tbe lap of the stern father the bad nol beheld for more than nine yean. Poor Beatrix looked frightened and dismayed. The pretty rose tint faded from ber face, ber lip* trem- bled, and Jhe word* (be strove to utter died silently upon them. Laurel roee witb an eoooorajiog smile and drew bar friend forward. " Mr Gordon," the said, " this is my friend, Mr*. Wentworth. Bbe i* little Ttixy's mother." Beatrix looked up into the face of ber father through blinding tear* and put out ber band. "P*ps, forgive me," the murmured, sadly. There was a moment's dead silence. Mr. Gordon bad put the child from bit knee and risen, but b* did not answer bis daughter. Bbe went on, in gentle, pleading tone*. " Papa, I bav* written to you so often and begged you to forgive me, and every time my letters oame back to me unopened. Ppa, i cannot say I am sorry for my fault, because Cyril is so good and kind, and be make* m* vary bappy. Bat I have grieved sorely for yon aad mamma, I have longed to be reconciled to you. Ob, surely you will nol refuse to forgive me now tbat we are face t j face " " Forgiv* her, Mr. Gordon," cried Laurel, impulsively. The two fair face*, their pleading voice*, tbe wondering eye* of the little children, were too much for Mr. Gordon'* calmness. Ills pride and sternness melted into love and remone. Laurel gave one glance at hi* 'jUiveriLg face and turned gently away. Bbe knew tbat the end WM won tbat love bad conquered pride. Be would forgive Beatrix. But sbe did not know tbat at thi* moment when the ice malted around hi* hard, cold heart and be forgave bi* disobe di*nt daughter, new light had broken upon hi* mind. The light of Beatrix had *up plied tbe mi**ing link tbat connected Mr* Lynn so subtly with tb* pact. Like (Mann of lightning it dawned upon bim tbat this ws* Laurel Vaae. Tbat night at Eden rushed over bii mind, freshly M though it were bat jester day. Be saw agtin the beautiful impostor wbo bad personated hie own daughter and married the master of Lden. While he gave beatrn tb* tender embrace of forgivMea*. be seemed to see in fancy tbe kneeling, ss^plianl girl to whom he bad refused bit lorgiveneM, whom no one bad pitied, whom all bad forsaken and ignored. Even In hi* anger that night be bad been struck by tbe wondrous beauty of tbe girl. Thu WM tb* tame lovely face, so Hbe answered with a full of chance resem- taxed ber with it ; oarelee* smile : "Th* world to blanoe* that pazato and aros/e us, Mr. Gordon. You see that little girl playing with my sou there? Well, when I first saw her I bad tbe oddeet fancy tbat *h* was like some one I bad *een or known. The likenessjwas liaanting and trouble Home at fint, but I bav>< grown need to it now. It doe* not trouble me any longer Do look at her. Mr. Gordon. I* tbe not a lovely obild ?" He looked and a andden cry of wonder oame from bis lip*. Tbe yean rolled backward, aud in tbe face of little Trixy be seemed to see bis own Beatrix in ber tender childhood hi* beautiful, beloved daughter, , witb it* charm only intensified by time : tbi* wa* tbe lame sweet voice asking him to paidon Beatrix that bad begged forgive net* vainly for b*nelt. Be wa* full of wonder over bil sudden discovery. " Tbey laid tbat Le Roy'* wife drowned hereelf but it cannot be true. There i* some terrible mistake, com* unexplained mystery. Thi* it Louis Van*'* daughter, and tn* ha* inherited all tb* genius of her erratic father," he laid to himself. Be did not know wbat to do. B* wa* frightensd at hi* own discovery. B* won- dered if Beatrix knew th* truth. He inclined to believe that sbe did, but when be toned an opportunity and questioned her be wa* rather ikagMred to find tbat Mm. Lynn had resolutely denied ber iden- tity with Laurel Van*. " I do not believe ber. Sbe to Bt. Leon Le Koys wife, and tb* obild is hi*. It bears it* paternity on it* face). Wbat i* your opinion, Beatrix? aeked tbe great publisher, thoughtfully. I believe tbat yon are right," sbe replied , " I have believed tbat sbe wa* Mr. Lt Koy'i wife ever *inc* I first met ber ssveral weeks ago. Her awertion* to the contrary bad no weight with me, although I held my peace and respected her reserve. I bave been silent, but I have not been convinced." Wbat to ber object in tbit strange denial of herself ?' be atked, thoughtfully. wounded feeling," Beatrix self. " I can DO longer believe that Bt, Leon'* wife drowned herself. Than ha* been somt great mtotake. Hue went awa; and bid heroe.! from all who knew htr and sb* ha* reappeared as MM. Lynn. I with I knew tht htotory of tbo*e inter veuiug yean, and wbat the intends to do. Will the return to Ht Leon ? Will he for give her and take bw baek ?" She WM bitterly chagrined and angry at the thought tbat Laorel lived in tbe penou of tbe beautiful, and gifted, wealthy Mn Lrnn. Bbe bad been glad when ihe uearc that Laurel wa* dead. Sbe began to fee now that fate bad playtd bar an unkinl trick in remrreotiD*; ber hated rival from tbe grave, where the had deemed ber rent ing all tbeee long yean . Dot tbat tbe wily widow bad any bop* of winning Bt. L ion Bbe b*d understood tbat long ago. Bbe knew tbat be was proof againet ber faded charms, ber rouged and powdered beauty that be thoroughly despised ber. Bbe bad known it ever uooe tbat night at Eden, when be bad fluDg back ber offered bearl on ber band* in snpremest scorn aod Bar M*na. The knowledge bad aroused all tbe littleueu aud spile of ber maluuou* nature. Bbe bad natod St. Leon from tbat moment hated tbe beautiful girl who bad won him van more. She would gladly have done both an ill turn if *b could, but Linrel, dead in ber grave, wa* secure from ber vengeance, and Bt. Leon, in bis proud position and oalm reserve, beyond her reach. For several yean sbe bad not eeeu bim ; but kbe knew thai be had returned from bis wandering* and WM at bom* again. Tbe thought tbat Laurel still lived, tbe bare possibility that the might yet be reunited to ber husband, filled her with jealous anger and dr*ad. On tbe spur of tbe moment aha penned a letter to one wbo bated 81. Leon and Laurel with a* deadly a rancour a* ber own -one who** love for l.iurel bad changed to bate, even a* bad Mr*. Menvale for St. Leon oo less a per ton than tbe villain. Roe* Powell Mr. Powell'* animoaity against tbe rich man wbo bad won Ltmel bad not been lessened by the fact that Mr. l, Key bad neoared the diKmissal of tb* villain from Mr. Gordon's employ ID tb* week imme- diately following the ttfott at Eden. Mr. L* Roy'* rewutment bad followed him steadily from one plaoe to another in New York, until h* foond that it win ueelees to expect to retain employment in tbat oity, nd WM forced to Mek a livelihood in a more distant one, beyond tb* reach of bis enemy anger. Tbe villain was well puntobed lor bin unmanly persecution of an innocent, help '* girl, but it did not add to tbe *w*tneM of bis temper to receive thi* merited retri- bution for hi* wickedness. Be iwore revecge upon Bi. Leon Le Koy, and patiently bided hi* time, pledging himself tbe faithful ally of Mn. Merival* in ber hatred of ber whilom friend and lover. Tbe time for bu revenge Beamed come at last, when be received Mn. Merivale's letter, urging bim to oome to tbe seaside, and help ber to identify Laurel Vane in tbe beautiful, oouried woman queening it so royally io circles wber* Maud Merivale could barely find a footing, lie lost no tim* in obeying her mandate, feeling a* acziou* a* th* wick*d widow herself to prevent a reunion of th* long separated buabacd and wif*. H* reached tbi hotel CD a lovely evening in the last of August, and WM shown at cnce to Mrs. Merivale i private parlor. Tbey bad uever met bat once before, bat there WM no embarraument in tb* meet- ing. Both wen alihe at heart crafty, evil, unscrupulous- ready to do their best to daah down ths possible cup of happiness from the lip* of tbe man and woman they bated with all th- soul*. 'Oman they venom of their little men* : but when they met, and h* frankly inquired tbe reason, be received an evasive reply. Mr. Gordon promised to tell him after a while, bat ju*t now b* bad promised to **oort hi* daughter, Mn. Wentwortb, into th* ball-loom, where tbe lively strain* of th* band were already In progress. Would Mr. Le Roy see Beatrix and for- give ber for bar share in hi* pa*t trouble ? She WM no *orry, so ashamed. Bb* bad never dreamed how it would all torn oat. Tbe publisher WM a little nervous M he) thus pleaded for hiB daughter. Kbe had told ber father tbe story of her unaniwered totter to Mr. La Roy. lie oould not tall whether time had softened bis resentment at tbe girl's conspiracy tbat bad ended so disaetrunsly. Mr. Le Roy grew very pal* for a moment as h* was tbns brought face to face witb tbe pant. Then he remembered Mn. Wentwortb'i letter with something like shm. It had been BO kind, and sweet, and womanly *o truly repentant. I WM rode and churlish to slight it so, be said to himself, remorsefully. " I shall be very glad to *e* bar, and I hope *h* will forgive m* for my oburliah- MW," h* said, Mr. Gordon oondaoted him to bis daugh- ter M private parlor. Beatrix WM there, looking viry lovely in a aimpto evening dreM of black and white. Tean crowded thickly to ber azure eyes a* tb* confessed aer fault and begged him, to pardon her. If I bad known tbat yon were at Eden, Mr. Le Koy, I should never bave sent poor ittle Laurel there," taid Beatrix. " I wa* a young and tiUy girl enough, I own, bat I fhould have been too wtoe to have sent tbat ovaly, ignoraat child into tbe way of temp- tation.' Tbat lovely ignorant obild !" some- bow those words seemed like a tacit reproach to him. Ye*, that WM wbat sbo lad been a beautiful simple child, all unversed in the world'* way*, ignorant of h* enormity of her fault, or believing bat her great love condoned it. Bow lardly, bow cruelly he bad judged bar, the irl wife be bad taken before God, " for ett*r for worse." I bave not kept my vow," be laid to himself, and Beatrix, who thought him hard and (tern, wondered at tbe softest* of bi* voioe a* bs replied : " I forgive yon freely, Mn. Wentwortb, and, indeed. 1 om*time* wonder if there in anything to forgive. My wife made ma vary bappy. I erred whan in my hardness 1 refused to forgive ber. Bat for my hard, luipicious nature tbat mad* m* impale mercenary motivee to ber. I should havo pardoned th* child'* fault. But I waa cruelly bard. It to no wonder she refuses to forgive me." " Hefuaes !" Beatrix echoed, witb a start of wonder, a* she gawd into bi* past, agitated face. " I spoke in the present tenM, an if Laurel really existed. A mere slip of the tongue, Mrs. Wentworth," b* laid, witb assumed carelessness. " Ah ! if only b* knew tb* real troth 1 Bnt I can tee that he is deeply repentant, and I foresee a joyful reconciliation between bim and bis beautiful gifted wife," said Beatrix to beraelf, hopefully. In a little while Cyril Went worth oame in. It WM bat a distant greeting the two gentlemen gave etch other. Cyril thought ' Andjouare tare tbat th* to Laurel Van* ?" b* laid, in wonder. I am *nre quit* snre in my own ' Pride and so wilful and disobedient, The tenderne** deepened in Mn. Went- worth'i iWMt blue eyes, and around her Kentle lips. >< u it true that you really have no littl* "Too WOOld think *o if yon knew the girl?" she asked him, tending back her who bad been and to whose tin be bad refused hi* for- giveneu. Bbe i* like some one I have known, too. Ab, *o like, so lika I" be *aid, in a strange voice. ' Wbo i* sbe, Mn. Lynn ?" Her name ii Trixy Wentwortb, Mr. Gordon. Sbe it an American child, but ibe WM born in England. Ber parents lived there nearly nine yean. Tbey bave oome back to New York to live now. Mr. Cyril Wentwortb i* in business there. Trixy i* here witb her mother for ber health." B* stifled something lika a groan upon hinlipB. Laurel Bawhow pale he had suddenly grown, and followed up ber advantage by calling the little one to ber and letting her on Mr. Gordon'* knee. " Give the gentleman a ki*, Trixy," she taid to the lovely little golden-haired crea- ture. " B* to very lonely ; he ban no little girl of hi* own. ' Trixy'i ready sympathies wen instantly nlisted by tatoment. tbat, to her mind, pathetic Bbe gave Mr. Gordon a fastidi- on* Iook-yon-ovr stare, and, seeing tbat be wa* pleanant to look upon, put her round, dimpled arm* about hi* neck and gave him a bear lika bug and a resounding kid. answered, witb the unerring instisct of a woman. When be remembered tbat night long y ear B ago be did not blanw her lunch. They had icorned aad flouted bw cruelly among them they bad no pity on tb* erring girl -they bad driven b- f )o *>eperation, for- getting how young and fnendlens she had been. He wondertd inuch wbat had been tbe history of the intervening yearn, and bow the bad oome by her name Mrs. Lynn. " Only her now <fe pltme, perhaps," be thought ; and then he Mid, aloud . " Bea- trix, do yon think I oght to write to St. Leon Le Koy to oome down here 7" " I think it would be perfectly proper," sbe replied. OBAPTER LX. Mn. Wentwortb and Mr. Gordon were not the only pemons at the neaaide who mind," ibe replied. " But yon will see her very probably tbi* evening at tb* usual hop il ibe deigns to honor it witb ber pre- sence. It is not often sbe appear* being very exclusive and reservtd, but if you mis* her to-night yon will be very lure to see ber on tbe sbon in tbe morning." " What * we to do if it be really Laurel Vane .'" asked Powell, musingly. Her pal* eye* flashed with subtle mean- log. " W* must do anything to prevent her from meeting Mr. L* Roy again I oould not endure tb*ir happine**," sbt replied, bitterly. CHAPTER LXI. Contrary to ber unual babil, and to humor a caprice of Mrs, Wentwortb'*, L&urel decided to make ber appearance in the hotel parlors tbat evening. Beatrix and her child were going back to New York with Mr. Gordon the next day. Be bad promised bit daughter to lake her [mine to her mother promised her Mn. Gordon't free and fnll forgiven*** both to herself and her beloved Cyril. Beatrix WM very happy in tbe reconciliation witb her fatber-so happy that Laonl oould not bear to cloud tbe brightness of her iky witb a single shadow, 10 Khe did not refuse when Beatrix Mked her to tbat Mr. Lt Boy bad treated hi* erring bride hardly and nnjustly, and b* ooul J not be oordial to bim, for pretty Laurel's eake and on tb* other hand St. Leon remembered bow jealous be bad been of tbi* handsome young man in tbe daye before be learned tbe truth about hi* wife. The old dislike and resentment lingered with bim unconsciously (till. B* took leavo vary toon after Cyril'* entrance, promising to meet them later in tbe ball-room or tbo parlor*. " Now, I am going to introduce you to Mn. Lynn," said Beatrix to ber husband. " Yon will eioort ber to the ball-room, and papa will take me." She led him to Laurel's apartment, and watched him closely M b* bowed before tbe gifted author*** who** writing* ho admired so much. Cyril wa* almost dumb with seme utpriM and admiration, tim* before be recovered It wa himself sufficiently to offer ber hi* arm to conduct bar to tbe ball-room. " Will, Cyril, what do yon think of her ?" Beatrix asked him eagerly, M soon M sho found a ebano* to hang nr.cn bis arm apart from the rest. Be looked fondly down into the fail face. " You must not be jaalon* of my opinion, my darlicft," he laid. " Of course you are tbe *w*ate*t, fairest woman on earth to m*. But Mn, Lynn i* Ihe moet beautiful M well M tbe moat gifted one I aver met." It wai eloquent praise, but somehow Beatrix looked disappointed. Be read it plainly on the fair mobile **"* * Jtfljfl - "" " I* then any thiLg more tbat I ought to My about your favorite?" he inquired, laughingly. (To b* eoDlloaed.) that evening. " Papa wishes it, go into th* parlors uid Mn. Wentwortb, inspected that Mrs. she seemed. Lynn WM other than The cariosity of the pretty, faded widow, Mri. Merivale, had been aroused by the lint sight of Mri. Lynn. She ipared no pains until aba obtained an introduction to tbe noted writer, over whose charm* of mind and penon all the beet people at tbe neaide were entbuiiMtM in admiration. When abe bad done M, Hbe WM almost frightened by the Mtoniibing likeness of Mr*. Lynn to Laurel Vans. " It to the dead alive I' ihe Mid to her m - ttv. .ICUWWUIhlJ, " and Cyril i* coming, too. B* has read your books, aod b* to very anxious to see yoa. B* can sortcely credit my written statement tbat yon are to young Hill, in ppiteofyour brilliant literary fame. Be imagines you au old lady in cap and eptc taolei." Laurel laughed and promised to be intro- duced to Mr. Weotworth. She bad a vivid remembrance of the fair handsome young fellow wbo bad bten HO kind and pitiful to her that day in London, when Beatrix and Clarice bad so toolded and frightened ber. Bhe felt grateful to bim still, and WM not aver** to seeing bim again, herself unknown. She chow an evening drees of pato-pirk -"' -'" cream -white Spanish lace, fin of opala tbone on ber irma and neck, and her beautiful burnished golden hair wa* arranged on the top of ber head in a queenly fashion. Though she had scarcely K , veu a thought to her per- dTital *l-inaia m . \. . -_ A , * looked ?. m ,'? '' th " ""'I* tbat night who ^ald Tkr Whllr !!.... III. in, r The White I louse at Washington oovera about one third of an acre, aud it* cost up to tbe present time to about 3,000,0(KX It to modeled after a OMtle in Dublin, and tb* architect, wbo wa* a South Carolina man named Ilobao, got 1500 for drawing the plans. When it wa* first built, away baek in tbe nineties, it eoet (300,000, but tb* British burned out it* ictidei, aod ita cost has line* added to tbat *um about 81,700.000. In it all tb* Presidents since Washington bave lived, and et.oh ban added think . to its beautie* acd its expenses. I it WM John Quincy Adam* wbo brocade, The rainbow onal appearance, b* more lovely. There had WM never not a bought the flrit billiard table wbiob WM n*ed in it. But in John Adam*' time it WM only half furnished, and Abigail Adams used to dry her clothe* in the big east room. Year by year, however, the furnish - ing bM gooe on, until now it to a sort of museum of art and beauty. Cleveland Leadtr. The new paper bottle* are said M with- stand tbe action of water, wine and aloohol. II to thought tbat druggists will be able to tarnish tbsm free of charge, juit at they provide wrapping paper for dry drugs. The) cementing material of the bottles to * mixture of blood, albumen, alum and lime. One of the longest courtship* on record WM happily terminated with a marriage at Bom* on* else beside ROM Powell bad H rii onv '". N. ]., a f*w day* ago, tho arrived that evening no less a ptncn than **" being Hiram J. Cheeseman, of tbat Bt. Leon Le Roy. P'. nd MiM Eve M. Tboma*, of Clay _ Hj WM rather muzUd to know why Mr. 1 ton> T ,** """P 1 * hlLd '"n " k"pioa Gorton hid Mat him that myrtwiow ironv I floln l > n oontinaoutly for tw